Meaningless

In a world as fucked up as ours, I don't understand why people try to live as long as possible. Human life is insignificant to world so we destroy it to make an impact.

A forest grows deep within the heart,

Spreading its roots and planting its seed.

We chop away with vicious ax,

When watching the forest outside us bleed.

A surreal epiphany consumes my mind. 

Not for long does such a moment last.

Lingering only for a possibility of knowing,

But fades quickly with the history's past.

And now faced with an existence dilemma

We are all but tears in the rain

Struggling to build, fight, f**k and conquer

But none of it shall remain